“Never tell a lie.”

They say

But, oh how they are wrong



“Never commit a crime.”

They say

But is being alone a crime?



Contemplating whether to say home

Or take a hold of my life?

Can you be all by yourself?

And win a medal for mind games?



“Get up, get up, get up.”

I tell myself

But how can I?

When my legs are broken?



“Go to sleep and find your dreams.”

Your mother says

But what if

My dream is to stay awake forever?



Winter is colder than summer

But is it more carefree?



I can’t help but wonder

What’s it’s like to lock my doors

How can I when my insides are frozen?



“They care about you.”

My heart says

But how I can tell

How much time has passed when all

My clocks are broken?



“Hide all your fears.”

My mind tells me

Oh, if only you knew

That my fear is you



**** your friend

And you’re a murderer

**** yourself

And you become a coward



They all need me now

And I can’t stand up

Because my mind is crying

Out for help



I need them all now

So I can find life

In my darker deaths

Sitting on a wire

Swaying softly in the wind

I gaze towards the birds flying by

Oh, how I wish to be free

Here in the Valley of Shadow stands the Angel of Death, who hath grown accustomed to its utter dark and dismal atmosphere.

But the Angel of Death wears a melancholy expression, for before him stands a young, beautiful angel, whose light and purity often give reason to shun the dark being that towers over her, but not her.

She, this perfect and delicate angel, offers a hand in unity to the Angel of Death.

Why does he not take her hand?

What holds him back, fear, perhaps guilt that he knows what evil lies beneath his bones?

Is he afraid that if he touches her, he will taint her pure being with the blackness he radiates?

Whatever the reason may be, he stands, deciding whether or not to embrace the angel offer of friendship and compassion, or to deny her and sink back into the darkness that consumes him.

With a sugar cry

A liquorice noose

And a candy cane knife

I will surely die



And I know

That you will mourn

My candy death

By the first tomorrow



With a chocolate heart

A caramel blood flow

And a toffee laugh

I will surely eat my art

She’s not here for revenge

She’s here to apologize

It didn’t occur to her that you were hurting too

                                      

All she wanted was a day of freedom

And you gave her years

She thanks you as she places her hand on your stone

What an interesting person you were



Tears start to fall

She wishes she was the one who had to swallow glass

All she wanted was for you to hold your fire



The poison you gave was deadly but not toxic

It corrupted her but did not **** her

You had restrained yourself and she is grateful

She hopes you were just as beautiful in death



As you always were to her

Goodbyes have always been hard for her

And yet, here is your goodbye:

A grave and fresh dirt

A necklace of rope hangs from your neck

As your bruises bleed all lost hope

So let’s talk about your death

It was, in fact, unfortunate, but well deserved



What you did was no human right

As magic is not among humans

And yet you wished and you were granted death

So let’s talk about your end, shall we?



Dark eyes and dark hair has always been in and out

Yet you were as bright as a dove

A mark of beauty, which got you into trouble



Sit down, and let me tell you a tale

“A girl used magic and she was hanged; the end.”

So tragic and so predictable



“Lord Death,” you say, “I want to live, sir.”

And of course you do, you died after all!



That necklace of rope suits you well

Since now you are not beautiful anymore

In death, nobody is ever beautiful

But death is the most beautiful thing



My poor soul, how you screamed when the dark came

Beaten, dragged stabbed, and then hanged

What a show you put on

It’s such a pity it had to end at your end

I hear you’ve died

But really you only

Live with me now

And now that you’re here

You can clean up the mess you’ve made



Now listen to me

I own you

Like a bird in a cage

You can’t fly away

But I can hurt you



You think that you have

Lived through Hell

But sweetie

You’ve never lived

With somebody like me



I’m like a snake

Waiting to strike

With my deadly poison

It keeps you alive

By letting you die



You drown in my poison

And my ****** ink

Falling through your pain

Only keeps you alive

As long as you hate to live



My darling,

Can’t you see I

Only do this

Because you can’t live

With the mind you have?



Why can’t you

Let the crowd

Roar like lions

When they see you

Standing there in your inky pain?



Stop standing there

And waiting for them

To **** you

Like a wolf

Kills a stag



Let it swallow you whole

And let it become you

Making you more like my ink

That spills on the pages of death

That keeps you alive



Nothing can stop me

From keeping you here

Like a hoarder

Keeping garbage at its side

Even if you can’t stand the smell

Smoke surrounds only the dying people

But they cannot see their fates

They burn their lungs

And poison their blood



Nobody knows they are dead

Nobody cares if they stop

All they can say is “It’s not our fault”



They are addicted to Death

They will perish like green leaves in autumn

It will be the downfall of all humans

And nobody will feel sorry for them



Because it is their fault

He breathes in the fumes

Of all the radioactive poison he creates

Like a green skinned dragon

He kills himself slowly



It hurts him to see

All of you living without his pain

But to you he is only

The number thirteen

Haunting like a ghost



A bone faced man he is

A toxic blood man he seems

Like a moth drawn to a flame

Death calls him

As though it were a dog’s bark



He listens to music

That makes you cut your wrists

And scream like banshees

It makes him feel alive



This man is the sickness

We know as darkness

Living in his blackness

Is like jumping from a cliff



Tears can’t heal him

No matter how many

Times they fall down



Life shattered his soul

Death is too weak

His safe place is gone

He only knows how to coast numbly



Love slips through

His fingers each time

Like an eel

Through fresh mud



The door slams behind him

As he enters his home

But it holds no comfort

Only the loss of it all

We wishes he had a gun

To shoot his mouth off



Possibly he could grab

A knife from the kitchen

And slit his throat

But his hands shake

And his stomach knots

That is not the way to end



His thoughts are as clear and

Dark as tar

Sticky and grimy they are



There is no

Hope for this

Toxic man

But the image of everyone

Slitting their throats

Makes him smile